Priestess Turned Damsel in Distress - A Dream

Priestess Turned Damsel in Distress
 
   Amber’s face was sprinkled in fairy dust. Her eyes shimmered like star clusters clouded by nebulae afloat in the galactic night. Each blink was a glimmer from heaven. But her smile was dipped in a sun shower softness born of a banana taste. Her living room became our session church. The curtains swept open to sunlight in the afternoon of her the priestess to my mad heart. The gloss of her lipstick tickled my eyes into a trance.
     But her dog had a roaming spirit which led him out the front door and into the lushness of nature’s bounty. Amber pranced in his wake and followed him to our university lake. There this Great Dane plunged into the crystal water on a vision quest for canine cooling on this hot summer day. Amber gathered her skirt and waded in with her legs lapped by the waves.  
     Soon Amber was up to her waist with her panties soaked and her dress raised above her navel. Then she swam like a river nymph with her scissor kicks propelling her behind her Noble Dane. Her frock clung to her derriere like the frosting on a cake ready to be licked off. Her twin moons bobbed like golden delicious apples in a barrel.  
     I was her disciple who swam beside her as her protector from mortal perils until her pet tread water and Amber stood in the shallow pool of liquid gold. Witnessed only by her domesticated Dane, I became Amber’s knight with her my courtly lady upon whose lipstick pout I showered kisses. She giggled like the fairy queen whose eyes were anointed by the love juice to fall in love.